Venting

I have been looking forward to Friday night all week. My dinner menu was all planned and the evening was shaping up nicely. Or at least it was until about 4:30, when Chad said he might be late--again--because the Senate is trying to pass the stimulus bill. It's after 8:00 and he's still there. I was just told there is no end in sight so I'm going to go have leftover chili for dinner. Again.

Let's be honest: if they had the votes, this thing would have passed last night, when Chad was at work until 9:00. Or this afternoon, perhaps. But, because they don't have enough votes, hundreds of staffers are hanging around on Capitol Hill doing nothing except watching C-Span and trying to figure out what's going on. Meanwhile, hundreds of spouses and kids and whoever else are sitting at home waiting for their weekend to start, or at least trying to figure out when to start supper. I don't care if it's republicans or democrats in charge of this nonsense; it's irritating. And I know it's "just politics" but that doesn't mean I have to like it.

Even if they do find the votes and pass this bill tonight, it's not like the economy is going to magically repair itself this weekend. I would imagine this can wait until Monday, especially since I don't know if I agree with it in the first place.

As I write this, I realize I'm venting. We're lucky to both have jobs and have a lot to be thankful for. I don't complain very much, or at least I try not to, but I really hate when something messes with my plans. This is why I did not marry a farmer! (No offense, Dad, I love you...)